The bad news: The Apocalypse is here, and I, Alex Lin, am stuck in China.
The good news: I got some kind of phone app that allows me to summon beings with cool abilities
The worse news: Everything in the app, including the tutorial, is in Chinese, which I can't f*cking read.
Other protagonists' greatest obstacles are either other people or themselves.
My greatest obstacle? The language barrier.

The country's respected General as well as the hidden heiress of the Tang conglomerate (one of the largest company in the country and abroad).The word 'Perfect' would be an understatement for Tang Yue's beauty and brain. 
   A real Goddess disguise in human form.
 But has many dark secrets- a woman full of mystery.
                   

     Highest ranking Military officer and the heir of Wu Empire. The most sought bachelor of the country. Describe as cold and emotionless 'Devil' with Perfect looks and body which even the Greek God too wouldn't be able to surpass.~wu Feng



  Let's see how this two people grow to love each even though being different in many ways. Will they be able to protect their love in this cruel world?or will they give up on each other?
   

 Since it's my first novel I may tend to make many mistakes but do forgive me  my beautiful readers.And the characters names and the places are just fictional so hope you guys won't find it offensive. Though I am not a Chinese I have written the characters name in Chinese cause even me I do like reading novel and most of the characters have Chinese names.!
   So I hope you guys will enjoy it♥️

The next day!
Now that Lin Fan knew about the conference, he had to prepare his clothing and at least dress a little more formally as a sign of respect for others. Although he wasn't very willing to go, he had already agreed to it.
At the Education Conference Centre.
Zhao Ming Qing had been waiting since much earlier. When he saw his teacher, he immediately went forward with a wide smile on his face and said, "Teacher, you're here."
"Ming Qing, I really don't like to join such conferences." Why would a low-key person like him want to join any conferences? He didn't want to show his face in public and he didn't even think there was any point in holding a conference when things were already settled.
Zhao Ming Qing pulled on his teacher's arm and said with a beaming smile, "Teacher, you're already here so you should just join. This is a custom. Moreover, after the audit of the Chinese Medicine foundational teaching materials, many professors who write teaching materials want to see you, Teacher."
Lin Fan shook his head, "Fine, fine. Let's go in then."
When they reached the entrance, Zhao Ming Qing saw someone he knew, so he greeted, "Professor Wang."
Professor Wang looked at Zhao Ming Qing, then a Lin Fan, who was at the side. He instantly smiled and said, "This must be Master Lin."
Lin fan smiled thinly, "Nice to meet you."
Professor Wang sighed, "Master Lin is able to write this kind of teaching materials at such a young age. You really are a genius. Come, let's go in together."
"Mmm." Lin Fan nodded and laughed. He didn't expect that these people would be so friendly. It seemed that he had been thinking too much.
However, what he didn't know was that these people had already agreed beforehand that they must be very friendly and courteous to Master Lin if they see him. After all, they want to sign their names on his teaching materials. If they act all high and mighty, unless he was an idiot, he would never agree to have their names signed on the teaching materials.
But whether or not he agreed, they had already decided on this matter.
They were split into sectors here, the North sector and South sector. The teaching materials in the North would be signed by the people in the North sector while the teaching materials in the South would be signed by those in the South sector. All these years, everyone has minded their own business and not interfered with each other.
But this time, they were going to work hand in hand. These teaching materials written by Master Lin were exceptional. They had to be issued in the entire country's various Chinese Medical Academies. It was a significant matter. Hence, the North and South sectors had agreed that each sector would nominate five people to have their names added to the teaching materials.
Although some people were envious, it couldn't be helped since their statuses weren't high enough. They couldn't match up to the older generations.
"Master Lin is here…" At this moment, Professor Wang entered.
Everyone's gazes fell upon Lin Fan.
For some people, this was the first time they had seen Lin Fan and they were a little astonished. He was indeed very young. They couldn't help but grin slyly. It's good that he's young, young people are easy to take advantage of.
Then, a group of people came gathering around him.
"Master Lin, it's an honor to finally meet you."
"Master Lin is really young and promising. Your medical skills are admirable. Now that I've seen you, you are indeed not average."
"For Master Lin to be able to write these Chinese Medicine foundational teaching materials, it is indeed admirable."
The praises flowed unceasingly.
Lin Fan smiled. He hadn't expected these old professors to be so friendly. That saved him some trouble.
After exchanging some courteous words with these old professors, he found his seat and sat down. He had a pretty good seat allocated to him, in the first row.
Lin Fan said softly, "Ming Qing, what are these people's backgrounds? Why haven't I seen any of them before?"
Zhao Ming Qing leaned towards Lin Fan's ear and said, "Teacher, these are all professors who specialize in writing teaching materials. The one who just greeted you and asked for a group photo is Professor Chen, who wrote 'The Study of the Human Vascular System'. He's considered to be great at theories."
Lin Fan looked at Zhao Ming Qing curiously, "What's strange about them?"
Zhao Ming Qing saw that there was no one around so he didn't try to hide anything. "I haven't interacted with them very much but according to my knowledge, they are very anti-outsider. For example, the teaching materials written by you should have been a thorn in their sides but the situation today has made me slightly surprised. I keep feeling as if something is wrong. I'm afraid that something bad might happen."
Lin Fan said in a surprised tone, "That can't be, can it? What could happen? Forget it, let's not think about it. The conference is starting soon. We'll just stay low-key and leave once it ends."
"Mmm." Zhao Ming Qing nodded. He was still worrying in his heart. This really didn't make sense. Although his teacher's medical abilities were amazing, the people would not care about these. After all, no matter how great someone's abilities were, if he did not have enough connections, he could still be smothered and pushed aside by a crowd.
This power of crowding out someone was terrifying. Even if you had shocking talents, you would still be unable to reach the top if you were to be crowded out.
"Chief is here," at that moment, someone in the conference room shouted.
"Professor Yang is here."
Lin Fan looked over. The initially empty stage now had six people seated on it.
Zhao Ming Qing pointed and said, "That is the leader of the Education Department and that is Professor Yang who's considered the bellwether of the teaching material-writing industry. He has written numerous teaching materials and he has many followers. However, I heard that he is a smiling tiger. He has a peaceful appearance but on the inside, he is very sinister…"
"Is that so?" Lin Fan had never been to such a conference and he didn't really understand the situation. The people in here were all at least a generation older than him, so it didn't feel quite right. He didn't want to interact too much.
"These are all just rumors but most students don't know them. Those senior professors who write teaching materials are basically all busy with attending various conferences so I haven't come into contact with them much," said Zhao Ming Qing.
"Ahem!" At that moment, the leader coughed gently and the whole place turned silent. Then, he swept the place with his eyes and finally stopped when his eyes met Lin Fan. He smiled thinly as a form of greeting.
Lin Fan took out his phone and put on his earphones. He swept through his Weibo boringly. This kind of conference just involved every one boasting a little, talking about their hopes for the future and making some small talk. It was basically useless.
The people on the stage started talking. As for what they talked about, Lin Fan didn't listen so he didn't know.
Time passed very quickly.
The leader's speech ended and he left the place for the moment, perhaps because he knew what was going to happen, so he left to avoid the awkwardness.
He wasn't a person from this industry, so he left it to these industry people to handle it.
Half an hour passed.
Lin Fan was about to doze off.
Suddenly, Lin Fan was woken up by Zhao Ming Qing. He just saw Zhao Ming Qing stand up and, with his face bright red, he said furiously, "I object! How could you all do that? You're stealing the crystals of my teacher's wisdom, the fruits of his labor! You're all senior professors, how could you do that?"
"Ming Qing, what are you doing?" Lin Fan took out his earphones and asked with a puzzled look on his face. He had no idea why Ming Qing was so agitated.
Professor Yang said, "Director Zhao, please sit down. This is a conference. If there are any issues, you can wait till the conference has ended before we slowly talk it out. Moreover, your teacher didn't even say anything so why would you have any opinions?"
They had just talked about the signing of names on the new teaching materials. They had added the names of ten professors onto the credit page. Initially, they were afraid that Master Lin wouldn't agree but when they saw Master Lin just bury his head there motionlessly, they all laughed in their hearts. It seemed that he had agreed with it.
Zhao Ming Qing ignored that Professor Yang and said to Lin Fan, "Teacher, they're being absurd. They want to add ten names to the credit page of your teaching materials."
Lin Fan was startled, "You mean that they want to add their names to the teaching materials written by me?"
Zhao Ming Qing nodded furiously, "Yes, that's exactly what they're trying to do."
Everyone else kept silent as they just fixed their gazes on Lin Fan as if waiting for something to happen.
Professor Yang coughed gently, then said, "Master Lin, this is what we've decided after deep consideration. Teaching materials are very important. If they are only credited to one person and the outside world finds out, it'll become a joke. They'll say that our countrymen are incapable and our teaching materials can only be written by one person. Moreover, we are protecting you too. You are young but you can already write such teaching materials. If it is found out by people with bad intentions, it might turn out to be very troublesome."
"Also, in your teaching materials, we've discovered some problems and we've already corrected them all. Hence, we wish that you would agree to this. Of course, your name will still be first and you will still be the top writer of these teaching materials. That is an undeniable truth."
...


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

The renovation was finally completed. After placing ten tables with 44 chairs, the restaurant looked good. The restaurant sign hadn't arrived yet. People said hanging a business sign should be the last thing he had to do before opening the restaurant door. He also prepared kitchen appliances and gadgets; there were a lot.
"I forgot to get kitchen cleaning cloths and I need a gas lighter. Oh, I should buy dish detergents and trash bags. What else? Let's get aprons for kitchen workers from Daiso. I asked the next door owner if he knew any Korean Chinese woman who could work in my kitchen. I haven't heard from him yet though."
Gun-Ho searched the Internet to find an employment placement agency in Dongjak District. He called one of them.
"Hello? Is this the Employment agency? I need a kitchen worker lady."
"Do you need her for a day?"
"No, I need someone who can work on a regular basis."
"I don't have anyone yet. If you leave your number, I will let you know once I find someone for you."
Gun-Ho had to find a kitchen worker as soon as possible because his restaurant would open the following day. He went to Daerim Town where he was told that there was a lot of Korean-Chinese living there.
"Wow, this area looks like another country too. All those store signs are written in Chinese!"
Gun-Ho could find many employment agencies, and he knocked on the door of every single one of them. But unfortunately, since it was Sunday, they were all closed. Gun-Ho wrote down their numbers and agency names and came back to Noryangjin.
 
Monday came around.
"I really have to find someone who can work in my kitchen. The restaurant sign will be hung today!"
Once the clock hit 9 AM, Gun-Ho started making calls to the employment agencies in Daerim Town; he wrote down their numbers yesterday when he visited the town.
"Is this the Employment agency? I need someone who can work in a restaurant kitchen."
"Do you need them for a day?"
"I need someone who could work every day!"
"Where is the restaurant located?"
"It's in Noryangjin."
"Where in Noryangjin?"
"It's hard to give the direction by phone. If they could come to the Noryangjin Station, I will come and pick them up."
"How many people do you need?"
"I need two people."
"I don't have the right people for you yet. I will give you a call later."
Gun-Ho wanted to call another employment agency. While he was searching for the numbers he stored in his cell phone the other day, the agency he just talked with called him.
"I have two people right now for kitchen work. Can I tell them to go to the Noryangjin Station by 10:30 AM today?"
"Yes. It sounds good."
"Give me your restaurant name and number. These women kitchen worker's names are Ok-Lan Choi and Weol-Hwa Bang."
"Okay."
As Gun-Ho wrote their names down, he giggled. Their names sounded so outdated.
 
Gun-Ho arrived at the Noryangjin Station at 10:30 AM. He walked up to the second floor where the waiting area was located. There were two old ladies standing. Gun-Ho thought they looked like Korean-Chinese.
"Are you Weol-Hwa Bang by any chance?"
"Oh, are you the owner of the Vietnamese restaurant?"
The ladies looked like they were in their early 60s. He hoped to see someone younger; their age worried him a bit. However, they seemed nice and he didn't have time.
"Is the restaurant far from here?"
"It will take about ten minutes. Do you see the gas station across the street? The restaurant is on the back street behind that gas station."
The women complained about the path leading to the restaurant while following Gun-Ho; it felt like a maze to them.
"I am not sure if I can find the restaurant tomorrow morning when I have to come by myself."
"We are almost there. You will see the restaurant once you make a turn after the pharmacy over there."
 
Gun-Ho saw a truck in front of his restaurant when he arrived with the two ladies.
"They are probably here for the restaurant sign!"
The truck seemed to have just arrived. The workers were unloading things from their truck.
Gun-Ho took the ladies to the kitchen.
"We will open tomorrow, but let's try to make some noodle soup for practice. Do you know how to cook pho?"
"Of course. We have cooked pho when we were in China. By the way, do you have a hat here?"
"A hat? What hat?"
"You know the hat you wear in a kitchen so your hair won't fly around."
"Oh, that hat. I will get you the hat. Let's cook without a hat for today."
Gun-Ho didn't know he had to prepare hats before working in a kitchen. There were tons of tedious things he had to prepare.
"How much do we get paid? And how many hours do we work?"
Gun-Ho had already asked the restaurant owners next to him about the pay and work hours of kitchen worker ladies. Gun-Ho offered about the same deal to the ladies.
"The work starts at 10 AM until 10 PM. Since the restaurant will stay open for those hours I decided the work schedule like that. The subway will be operational during those hours, so it shouldn't cause any transportation problems for you."
"Alright. That sounds good. Do we get a day off twice a month?"
"Yes, twice a month. And the monthly payment will be 1,900,000 won."
"We used to get 2,000,000 won in our previous workplace."
"Okay then. 2 million per month."
The ladies were very experienced. They didn't need to be told what to do in the kitchen. They knew what to prepare and how to prepare it. They cooked the noodles by placing them in the boiling water; they prepared onions and leeks proficiently. The way they prepared the meat was amazing. It seemed like Gun-Ho would be disturbing their work if he stayed in the kitchen.
"There were so many things missing in this kitchen. I will tell you what we need. Can you write them down?"
The ladies made a long list, and most of them were something that Gun-Ho had never thought of. Fortunately, Gun-Ho didn't have to go to that market in Sindang Town to buy the things on the list. He could find them in Daiso or a local hardware store.
"Sir, could you come over here and take a look at the restaurant sign?"
Gun-Ho ran to the main entrance when he heard the restaurant name was up. The restaurant looked beautiful with its name hanging. Gun-Ho could hear a few pedestrians—probably exam takers—talking, "Uh? It's a pho restaurant. Let's come here later for our lunch today."
Gun-Ho felt delighted.
"Nice. Exam takers seem to like Vietnamese noodles. I guess all I need to do from now on is to collect all the money."
The neighboring restaurant owners came to see Gun-Ho's restaurant with the restaurant sign up.
"It looks good. Do you open tomorrow?"
"Yes, I do."
"I will definitely stop by for my meal."
"Thank you."
The standing signboard arrived in the afternoon. It was placed beside the main entrance. A customer entered the restaurant; he probably thought the restaurant was already open.
"I'm sorry. We will open tomorrow."
Gun-Ho felt confident that he would easily sell 300 pho per day.
"I am going to sell the noodle soup for 3,500 won, so if I could sell 300 of them per day, I will make 1,050,000 won on a daily basis. That allowed me to make 31,500,000 won per month! Let's not forget to take account of expenses: 10,000,000 won for ingredients, 4,000,000 for labor, 1,600,000 for the rent, and additional 1,000,000 won to cover any miscellaneous expenses. If subtracting all these expenses, the monthly profit will be 14,000,000 won per month!"
Gun-Ho was so excited.
"Maybe I could sell 400 per day."
Gun-Ho started calculating with the calculator on his smartphone.
"Monthly sales are 42,000,000 won! Then I will make 20,000,000 won profit per month! Wow, I don't have to be envious of those executives in a big company!"
Gun-Ho felt like he was floating on air.
 
The following day, Gun-Ho finally opened his restaurant.
The general contractor who renovated Gun-Ho's restaurant and the store that delivered fresh produce to the restaurant sent congratulatory flower wreaths; they were displayed in front of the restaurant. A moment later, an orchid plant arrived. It was from Jong-Suk from Yangju City.
"Two flower wreaths and one orchid plant in front of the main entrance certainly add a vivid vibe to the restaurant!"
Gun-Ho couldn't stop smiling. At that moment, he received a call from Jong-Suk.
"Bro! Congratulations! I will stop by after work."
"You don't have to. It's too far from you. I received the orchid plant you sent. Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt very encouraged. He was now a restaurant owner expecting to make a lot of money.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Soon, it had been 29 days since the Darkness Invasion in Version 2.0 started. The current situation was that other than the southeastern region of the Legendary continent, all of the other forces had been defeated.
None of the nations, neutral forces, or races could survive in the Darkness Invasion.
Looking at how the situation had developed, not only was the player forum silent, but even the top forces in the nine continents also couldn't believe what was happening.
When the players visited the official website, they immediately saw the most prominent headline on the [Gods] official site. 
It included a list of places affected by the Darkness Invasion. 
And until then, hundreds of names on the list had been blacked out. The only places that glowed were from the southeastern regions.
The City of Dawn was at the top of the list, while the Black Lava Dukedom was second. No one occupied the third place. And beside the names of the top two places, the word 'victory' was clearly written.
How was this possible?
It wasn't as if the other nations lost by a small margin. They had almost been wiped out by the Darkness Invasion!
Hence, other than the southeastern region of the Legendary continent that wasn't controlled by dark creatures, the other names on the list had all fallen prey to the Darkness Invasion. Hundreds of millions of injuries and deaths happened, and the losses were too much to calculate.
But no matter what, by putting up this list, the official website made the Chinese players very proud. 
Of course, the Chinese players knew that they didn't gain any advantage in this Darkness Invasion.
A battle could only be won by the bravest soldiers, and attacking and defending required meticulous planning. Basically, the strongest enemies were dealt with by the NPCs. The City of Dawn had many tricks up their sleeves and trump cards, which was the key to their victory.
Therefore, many posts about the City of Dawn appeared on various forums.
It was because the players seemed to have discovered a problem.
Was it possible that William Blackleaf was not only one of the main protagonists in Version 1.0, but he was also the ultimate protagonist in Version 2.0?
If its contribution in the battle against the Darkness Invasion was to be considered, the City of Dawn was truly worthy of its name! 
One could say that if it had not been for the City of Dawn, the Darkness Invasion would have achieved a complete victory.
Furthermore, someone even asked that if the Lord of the City of Dawn didn't die, would he be the main protagonist in Versions 3.0 and 4.0 too?
There were also people who had other opinions. 
Some of them thought that since the Lord of Dawn was considered as a neutral Lord, he wouldn't be able to grow his power in the mainland continent.
The following versions of the games would surely not take place in the beginner's village. This main protagonist of Version 1.0 and the last main protagonist of Version 2.0 would probably slowly disappear in front of the players.
He would turn out to be a neutral Lord that gradually became mediocre. He would become a part of the players' memories and an idol of the past. Then, he would become someone that even players could bully in the future…
There was nothing wrong with this way of thinking, and even the Chinese players didn't refute much against this opinion. 
They hadn't reached the end stage of the game yet. The Bosses in their own Camp couldn't be replaced that easily. The earlier the main protagonists appeared in the game, the faster they would die.
After all, players leveled up way faster than NPCs!
It could be said that even if William didn't die and could live until the end stage of the game, the City of Dawn would still be taken over by the players. It could only be used as a beginner's village… 
The Chinese forum!
"I'll miss this. Even though there is still some time before Version 3.0 is launched, I feel proud whenever I remember that the City of Dawn is my beginner's village."
"Of course. Hurry and collect more Fire Dragon blood. It is extremely important regardless of whether you want to keep it for your own use or exchange it for broken manual pages. As for contribution points or whatnot, that doesn't matter. Our main aim is to obtain as much of Prince William's assets as we can.
"Anyway, we probably won't stay in the City of Dawn in the next version of the game!"
Many players thought this way.
And not only did the professional players and large guilds know this, but even the average players also knew that the Darkness Invasion was just a prelude. It was a super hard mission that all the players had to go through during their novice period. 
The City of Dawn was just a springboard that provided them with a lot of advantages. Their next stop would be the central part of the continent. It will be the new place where they would take part in storyline missions, as well as side missions. 
As for William?
Sorry, he was just the head of the beginner's village and could be forgotten easily.
It couldn't be helped. The players were pragmatic people… 
…
William didn't feel anything when he saw what the players were doing. After all, other than the Chinese players, players from other continents had also started to come into contact with Grand Duchies. 
The smaller nations had been defeated during the Darkness Invasion, so they had been forced to change their Camp.
There were Camps of various scales.
Your Camp was your best friend, followed by your guild, nation, continent, and then the Light or Dark side depending on which side you were on.
Except for the Dark side, there were countless Camps of various scales.
And a lot of in-fighting happened too.
It was rare for anyone to stay in a Camp for a long time and not change to another Camp mid-game.
The one case where the player stayed would be if that Camp had always been very strong and could evolve with the different versions, continuing to participate in Legendary events that affected the entire continent. 
For example, the Temple of Light, the Palace of Darkness, the Magic Guild, and the Mercenary Guild.
"The City of Dawn's current aim is to become a top force like those mentioned earlier. It's easier said than done, but we'll take it slowly from here." William saw that many players on the forum already had thoughts of going to the Emerald Grand Duchy, but he wasn't too worried.
After all, they were still living in the aftermath of the Darkness Invasion.
The entirety of Version 2.0 was about defending against the Darkness Invasion. The Chinese players were merely getting rid of the dark creatures as William had taken care of the Darkness Invasion Boss. This meant that the Chinese players didn't have as many follow-up storyline missions…
The City of Dawn players had to complete various side missions now. Nonetheless, the missions that William issued often had remarkable rewards in terms of experience points and gold coins. They made huge profits from those missions, so they didn't feel compelled to leave the City of Dawn Camp just yet.
On the balcony, Prince William lay lazily on a rocking chair and muttered, "Crimson Blood!"
Crimson Blood was the main title of Version 3.0. 
However, it was still a long time till Version 3.0. It would take place 2 years after Version 2.0.
After Version 2.0 ended, the players would log off, and the game would update in the meantime. This game word would be left to develop on its own for 2 years. And after the nine continents regained their power, the players would come online again. 
What was 'Crimson Blood' though?
In simple words, the Emerald Grand Duchy had a secret that was hidden very well!
The entire Emerald Grand Duchy, and even the aristocrats, soldiers and professionals in the surrounding Grand Duchies were all vampires.
That was right.
Vampires!
They were a bunch of perverted nobles that survived by sucking their slaves' blood. 
They were born in the first era! 
They had been created from a god-like Blood Dragon. While outsiders called them vampires, they called themselves the Blood Race. They were the Blood Dragon's slaves and descendants. 
At the end of the first era, the time when the Dragon race left the continent, the Blood Race hid themselves in the Gods' continent. Even though rumors of vampires often spread, there were rarely any people who saw them in the flesh. 
This bunch of immortal people was of high status now. They disguised themselves as aristocrats of the human race. Not only were they strong individually, but the forces they led were also extremely powerful!
For example, the Emerald Grand Duchy. Basically, other than the peasants and slaves, most of the Advanced professionals were all vampires…
"What a tough opponent." William felt a headache coming on as he thought about the vampires' abilities. 
Vampires possessed impressive skills, such as escaping in bat form and sucking blood to recover their Health. Even if they didn't suck blood, they had super fast recovery capabilities.
Other than certain Light and Electricity attribute attacks, these guys had no weaknesses.
"It's still a long time until Version 3.0. I can take my time." William massaged his temples. Upon thinking about the Blood Dragon, he suddenly remembered that he had a dragon egg with Moses! 
"Dammit, he couldn't possibly have eaten it?" Prince William stood up abruptly and rushed towards the fortune-telling hut.


This thought had grown deep in William’s mind!
This is the reason for his decision.
He was going to become the strongest NPC ever.
He will have the strongest armor and get beaten badly!
Who said that NPCs will have to be killed by players?
Who said that NPCs will level up slower than players?
Who said that NPCs will only drop equipment on the ground dead? He could drop dead even more… Touch wood!
Anyways, he will not die. With all of you weak players, I wouldn't even furrow my eyebrows once if I stand here and let all of you attack me!

"Student Lu Shu, what is it?" Zhang Haitao was sick of interacting with Lu Shu. Other parents were in their 30s and 40s but Lu Shu was just too young and he accidentally called him Lu Shu student. It's so hard!
"Mr. Zhang, so the parents have a chat group between them? I'd like to join and interact with the other parents to learn from them. After all, I don't have much experience being a guardian," Lu Shu said gleefully.
Zhang Haitao's first reaction was, unbelievable!
But he also had no good reason to reject him. If he were to said there wasn't such a group and got found out, wouldn't that affect the image of his integrity?
He unwillingly sent Lu Shu an invite and after that, he would check the group chat periodically in fear that a conflict might arise between Lu Shu and those victims' parents. But Lu Shu was very quiet, as if such a person never existed.
Zhang Haitao was on the lookout for half an hour but Lu Shu still didn't say anything, didn't he say that he wanted to interact?
At this moment, Lu Shu had already started sending friend requests to every parent in the group chat. This was the strategy Lu Shu had thought up. The parents weren't around during the incident but Lu Shu doubted that the spy could be so young.
From the amount of leaked information Lu Shu had seen, it was very common in this era. The world had become more transparent. But the household registration system was already perfect, meaning that infiltrating a country without being noticed wasn't so easy now.
The local household registration was always in a strange state. It appeared lenient but when you actually wanted to register, it was difficult. Till today, there were still 13 million unregistered accounts… So it was understandable that spies were hidden within this. There were many ways to enter the country and the movement of people in and out of the country was large. Given that a Japanese fluent in Chinese was hiding in Beijing, could you find him?
But what use was a spy without a household register? Lu Shu felt that the spies could slowly transit from hiding to inciting rebellions and penetrating commercial activities.
With regards to their methods, most of the Japanese members would affect business activities from inside the country while the rest were mostly left there due to history. One example was that Japanese who stayed hidden in the country for 37 years before returning. There were still many others like him who did not go back to Japan.
Lu Shu was still reviewing this strange nation, why staying in the country for 37 years wouldn't change their roots? Instead, they were still focused on their original objective and one stay was 37 years, even to the point of forgetting their nationality and hobbies.
But there was a problem, did they have children? Lu Shu thought that if there was really a kid with a Japanese name around Lu Xiaoyu, he would most probably be the spy's second generation and not a spy himself.
But did their children have Chinese or Japanese names? Lu Shu wasn't sure and could only try to find out.
Some of the parents had added Lu Shu and messaged curiously, "Hi, you are?"
Lu Shu, "Changing screens, changing pulleys, specialized in fixing doors and windows…"
Parent, "???"
"From Hao Guoping's distress, +13…" The other party couldn't comprehend the situation, did the businessmen change their methods?! Or the window fixing business had expanded online?! 
Hao Guoping sat on the sofa frowning, "How much would changing 4 window screens cost?" 
What? It was Lu Shu's turn to be stunned, can't believe you really wanted to fix window screens and 4 screen wasn't little. Lu Shu replied honestly, "… I don't know how to." 
At that moment, Hao Guoping was mad, what are you talking about?!
"From Hao Guoping's…"
Lu Shu stopped saying anything. He only needed the other party to contribute any amount of distress points so as to confirm that person's real name.
Time to add another parent. Lu Shu felt that if he said he could fix windows and in the end, that person really needed the service, wouldn't that be too embarrassing? 
Should change the message- 'My house windows, pulleys, and doors are not working…"
The parent was so confused, "???" What did your house spoilt windows had to do with me?! Fixing windows isn't my profession! 
Lu Shu continued with this and on his seventh one…
Lu Shu, "My windows, pulleys, and doors are not working…"
The other party's nickname was 'Zhou Xinyang's father', "100 dollars. If urgent, fixing it tonight will be additional 50 dollars." 
Lu Shu was speechless, how can there be a parent who fixes windows too?! 
"Haha, it's alright. I'll ask someone else…" 
"90!" 
Lu Shu almost vomited blood, "Uncle, it's not about the money. You can continue with your work and remember to watch your health and drink more wolfberry water…" 
Zhou Xinyang's father contributed 10+ distress points, probably due to not getting this business. The name was still in Chinese. 
Just when Lu Shu was planning to continue, he suddenly received large quantities of distress points. Each time was at least 300 and some were even 999! And all the names were in Japanese! 
Lu Shu was taken aback. There were at least a hundred names and Lu Shu saw that the 80k points he was lacking to light up the sixth star were suddenly reduced to just 20k!
Oh my god! Did I bomb some public toilet in the spy's hideout?
That's not right. It doesn't make sense for a hundred over spies to be in Luo City! 
Even within the daoyuan students and the heaven network, there were only 9. Wait no, 10. Chang Hengyue was included. 
These 10 spies were from the whole of Yuzhou and Yuzhou had 17 prefectures, 50 districts, 21 consolidated cities and 88 counties. This was a population of about 200 million people? 
To say that Luo City had over a hundred spies was ridiculous! 
So that was definitely not the case. Lu Shu continued messaging all the parents but none of their names were in Japanese! 
Lu Shu suddenly thought of a possibility. In fact, the moment the Japanese name appeared and that of the distress points Lu Xiaoyu caused wasn't exactly at the same time. It was slightly later. 
Could it be a coincidence that both distress points appeared at the same time? 
Could it be that after stealing the relic and killing a spy, the opposing party was feeling resentment? 
Lu Shu knew that in order for him to receive distress points, it wasn't necessary for the other party to know him. As long as a certain incident caused resentment and they knew that it was done by him, the distress points would appear… If not, where did Nie Ting and Shi Xuejin's distress points come from? 
This time, the large scale of distress points could be due to the news reaching Japan. And a bunch of people was resenting him? 
Lu Shu thought for a long time and had a word inside his mind- justic


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

At the beginning of the XXI century, a country in Asia, in the era of the Tang empire, there was a vassal. of the Chinese empire, it was called Small Ann.

The territory is slightly larger than Austria, with a population of 40 million people, a former colony of two empires.

The gross domestic product is about $ 60 billion.


The average salary in the capital is 200 dollars, in the prefectures about 80 dollars.


Utility tariffs grew three times a year by an average of 40 percent. Utility organizations were a state monopoly. But since independence, Small Ann has not been able to establish a transparent system of payment and control based on resource consumption. Therefore, fake, non-existent debts constantly came to consumers. The courts, without understanding, immediately issued orders to recover fines and pay a penny. Consumer accounts were frozen until a fine was paid. These were all problems of the Third World. Money was everything.

The country that survived the SuperPower era, which had its own electronic, space, aviation, and tractor industries about 20 years ago, has now become a third world country.

Money and communication were everything, without them it was difficult to find a good job, the level of professionalism did not play a decisive role.

The getting money fast was the dream of many young people. who wanted to live and not survive!

One of them was Dara. He was a second-year student in the history department of the university, and in preparation for the diploma, he worked in the library. While looking through 19th-century books, the student found strange Hebrew inscriptions and Chinese characters in the margins of the book.

Dara was more interested in these inscriptions than his project. It was a mystery! It might not have been expensive, but it was interesting. Maybe some words were hiding behind these words?

Dara could write a note about it and sell it to a friend from the journalism department, say, for $ 20.

Maybe there was something else in these words, and then Dara could become a little richer.

In the 20th century, it would be difficult for him to decipher the words; there would be a leak of information. Since in those days, all the translators worked in state security agencies.

Anyone who was interested in foreign languages, ​​and was not connected with scientific activity could easily be taken under surveillance. As a potential defector or spy.

Now at the age of 21, it has become easier, by downloading the application on android, quickly translate from a foreign language and get a high-quality translation.

The Hebrew text read: "I think I was right. The city of hundreds of wells is definitely not located in northern Afghanistan, but in our country! In Little Ann. We need to carefully study the names of geographical names. To look at the Arabian guides once again, compare them with the Chinese, you need to find an inventory of the exported treasures of the three kingdoms, there we will find out whether this map is still with us or we need to look in the archives in the northern capital of the second empire! "

Dara stupidly looked at the text, he did not understand anything, what kind of topographic map are we talking about? What about treasures? Does it smell like the money?

Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his head, Dara could not help himself, he was tormented by doubts.

He wandered from one corner of the room to another, his shoulders were lowered, his back was hunched over.

His eyes were directed from the window to the android, he frowned.

"I do not understand anything but I have a feeling in my head that there are a thousand small bubbles, and I cannot and do not want to think anything". 

"I need to solve this possible riddle! "

Dara convinced himself to calm down, but he again plunged into his world, began to scratch his head hard. Then, he ran out of his office into the kitchen. He took the cup, poured water, left it in the kitchen and returned to his office. To return to the kitchen in a minute, take a cup and return to the office again.

There he stupidly looked at the android screen, again looked at the translation with a blank look.

If Dara read the safety instructions, he would know that he worked too much. You can't work for more than 4 hours, as the old instructions said. You had to take breaks and give your brain and eyes a break.

After sitting for another half an hour, staring blankly at the android, Dara decided

"Research has brought me into such a state! I can't understand anything! It's good, as the Russians say: "Morning is wiser than evening", "I will go to sleep!", Dara told himself gloomily.


Dara, could not fall asleep. He kept thinking about the Hebrew text, what topographic map was he talking about?

"Is this a map with the forgotten city of a hundred wells, or is it some other map?"

"Where to look for it"?

"Where to find the inventory and what year"?

"I forgot something to see the Chinese inscription and its translation!"

"It will be necessary to clarify ?! I wonder if it will be possible to find this city? So it does not appear in the register of protected monuments of cultural heritage!"

"This is already great! So it doesn't fall into the red zone, which is forbidden to conduct searches with a metal detector!"

"If there are wells, then there are treasures too!"

"Gold, silver, jewelry"!

"Manuscripts are likely to be at the bottom of the wells!"

"We need to take a metal detector, maybe two types, a pointer, it would be nice to have a quadcopter" ...

"You can ask Fang * for clarification of the first, he seems to have arrived already."

Dara fell asleep.

***

When he woke up, Dara first sent a telegram in Chinese to the telegram.

After 30 minutes I received a response:

"Man, let's go together in search of treasures, I have a new device, we will definitely become rich!"

After 10 minutes came the translation of the Chinese part of the text:

"We need to look for an inventory of the 1868 and 1873 years of exported treasures to the First Empire, see number 470861."

***

"Now something is becoming clear," thought Dara.

I wonder who was the one who left a note in Hebrew, a scout? Researcher? Scientist?

Apparently, the one who left the note in Chinese was a student or teacher of the one who left the note in Hebrew.

What is interesting, probably, thousands of people have already watched this record, and probably there are no maps anymore? But is it worth it to try?

Fang, sent another message with a link to the article "Where are they the treasures of Emir Small-Ann"?

Dara realized that all Roads lead to the Archive !!!

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* Fang, a friend of Dara, he is a 4th-year student in the history department of Chengdu University from Sichuan, came for an internship at the local Small Ann University. They became friends with Dara. Fang came to visit for the second year, also on a visit, now lived with Aunt Dara Firuzekh (you can find out about Dara's relatives in the novel if you wish, the Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition - https://www.webnovel.com/book/13599217205409305/36505296612417968/Magic-Farmer-Dara---2nd-Edition/Descriptions-and-clarifications-to-the-novel ).

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A small story about adventurers, local history enthusiasts, treasure hunters. They wander around cities, forests, mountains, steppes and deserts, seek metal artifacts and search magnets for historical artifacts and sell some of them at auctions, donate some to museums and keep some in their home collections. They work in archives and funds, second-hand bookkeepers do not forget, they look for old books, road workers and topographic maps of the 17-20 centuries.

There is the only main character Fang and his partner Dara.

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English is the same as in other novels. While it is far from good. The approximate number of chapters is from 60 to 100. Updates 3 chapters per week. The number of words is from 600 to more 1200.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
More people gradually arrived in Venice from different countries. The little place suddenly had three times the number of tourists it had previously. The canals, bridges, squares, public ferries suddenly felt a lot more crowded.
Venice was not a huge place, so it could only hold a limited number of people. The local government eventually limited the number of visitors.
The main reason why a calm city like Venice was suddenly crowded with people was none other than the World College Tournament!
There were not many international tournaments for Mages across the world, and most Magic Associations did not recommend old Mages fight one another in duels with a live broadcast on television. Magic was, after all, a noble and sacred art, and was dangerous and destructive at the same time...
The only people suitable for taking part in a magic tournament were young, energetic students. Their achievements could also reflect how successful the academic system of a country was. Eventually, the World College Tournament had turned into a grand event that was held every four years. Students whose strengths were neither too powerful nor too weak were the most suitable group to take part in magic duels.
The flags of many countries were hanging highly at the governor's palace in Venice. Thirty-two teams representing their countries had made it to the finals in Venice. These teams all had performed well when challenging the defending teams of different countries' Training Hall and carrying out the missions given to them. The ranking also reflected a country's magic standard to a certain degree, and would usually end up as the final ranking with a small margin of difference.
Basically, every country that made it to the finals in Venice was considered a strong magic country!
Thirty-two flags were hanging in the air. As the sun rose in the east, the blasts of magic spells echoed across the beautiful city along the shoreline. The sacred light descended upon the city, onto the young, energetic faces of the representatives of each country. The national anthem of Italy was sung with great spirit, while the young Mages enjoyed the limelight of being watched and admired by the whole world. Many students had long waited for this day to arrive, as from this moment onward, they were no longer a small and nameless Mage. They might even become a reputable Mage after joining the Parthenon Temple, the Sacred Hall of Liberty, the Holy Judgment Court, or the Holy Saint Peter Church! Their names would fire up the crowd wherever they went!
Meanwhile, the attendees of the ceremony mainly consisted of worldly-recognized, powerful Mages!
"Allow me to express my gratitude to America's Sacred Hall of Liberty, Asia's Dubai Magician Tower, Europe's Saint Paul Church, Africa's Cape of Good Hope Magic Castle, and Australia's Sacred Victorious Altar! I sincerely welcome you to Venice! Many thanks to the Hunter Union, the World Renowned Clans Association, the Shoreline Alliance, the Parthenon Temple, the Holy Judgment Court, the Ancient Royal Guards, Tokyo's Shrine of Mages, Tehran Magic Ridge, and Saint Paul Church...thank you for joining us despite the long distance. Last but not least, the main protagonists of this grand magic tournament, the candidates consisting of the most talented young Mages chosen specifically from every school in thirty-two countries..." Venice's governor, Fabio, was giving his opening speech in high spirits.
The opening ceremony was not particularly spectacular, yet the Mages that attended were all world-recognized. The factions and organizations they represented were highly looked up to by every Mage.
China's representative was Pang Lai, the chief of the Royal Guards. The Ancient Royal Guards that the governor mentioned in his speech represented the strongest group of Mages in China, with power surpassing the members of the Enforcement Union, the Pearl Oriental Tower, and the Imperial Magicians...
The names representing each country similarly referred to the famous factions or organizations of their respective country. Among them, the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court were particularly well-known.
Even though the Parthenon Temple, the Holy Judgment Court, and the Hunter Union had originated from a specific country, their influences in the world were comparable to the Magic Associations of the Five Continents.
As such, if anyone referred to the world's most powerful magic organizations, there were eight of them in total.
Therefore, in terms of status, Mo Fan's role as a Hunter Master was actually very impressive! The ranks of the Mages in each of the eight organizations were actually comparable to one another. A five-star Hunter Master was equivalent to the mayor or general of a city.
Unfortunately, Mo Fan had not reached five stars yet. He was still quite a distance away.
A seven-star Hunter Master was referred to as a Senior Hunter. The status of a Senior Hunter was very impressive. It was very common for Magic Associations, the military, the local government, or a country's president to ask a Senior Hunter for help.
Mo Fan was highly motivated to become a Senior Hunter. Even though he was now a four-star Hunter Master after resolving the Drowning Curse, he was still far from impressive as a Hunter Master. He could imagine himself drooling just looking at the job requests worth a few hundred million, or billions, as their rewards!
Zhao Manyan was fairly familiar with the important people of the various factions. He could not help it, since his life mostly revolved around upper magical society. Knowing the people in charge and leaders of various factions was a basic requirement for a disciple in his clan.
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After the opening ceremony ended, it was time for the exhilarating, highly-anticipated ceremony whereby the teams drew their opponents.
There were thirty-two national teams, and no matter how the brackets were going to end up, every match between two national teams was surely going to turn into a bet with a huge pot involved. Otherwise, why would people that never cared about what was going on in their countries or magic tournaments suddenly be so passionate about the World College Tournament?
On top of that, the World College Tournament was held every four years, and had always been a hot topic across the world, as it was closely related to the glory and fame of a country. On the other hand, the money that was involved in the bets during this period was often comparable to the total sum of imports and exports for a country...
"Captain, you'll do the drawing," Advisor Feng Li told Ai Jiangtu.
The captains of each national team stepped forward. Long ago, the advisors were the ones doing the drawing, but for quite some time, the captains had taken over and become the ones to do the drawing instead. It was kind of an honor, since the drawing process was being broadcast live, allowing the world to see the captains of each team.
Ai Jiangtu had an imposing attitude, and did not even bother checking the opponent team that he had drawn. He simply let the judges take a glance at it, and went back to the team.
Thirty-two teams... even the teams from stronger countries were nervous. The first opponent they drew was very crucial, as a strong country would prefer not to fight against another strong country so soon. It would force them to expose their strength very early. The weaker countries were also hoping that they had not drawn a strong country as their opponent, as they would be disqualified right at the start of the tournament. No one would even remember their names and faces as they returned to their country in shame. If they did not perform as expected, they would even be scolded by their people. In a society with freedom of speech, ordinary people were the ones that would scold them in the worst manner. Even if they were utterly clueless about magic, they would still sound so righteous that others would mistake the person as being some smurf account from a respectful Mage.
As such, leaving the excitement aside, the members of the Chinese team were feeling great pressure, too. Apparently, the Chinese team was quite unlucky in the previous World College Tournament, stumbling into the American team in the second round, and were totally wrecked by their opponents.
If they still failed to achieve an impressive result this year, the officials back home would probably be extremely mad. Could they even talk peacefully with other countries? They would simply be the target of mind games from the leaders of other countries when they suddenly said something along the lines of, I heard that your national team lost again. It would immediately urge them to flip the table!
The others placed their attention on Ai Jiangtu, trying to tell if he actually looked relieved or worried after learning who their opponent was. However, Ai Jiangtu kept the same stern face throughout the process. He looked pretty much the same all the time. The rest of the team was wasting their time trying to read his mind.
Before Ai Jiangtu could announce who their opponent was, the Japanese team suddenly yelled out in joy and spoke in English in Japanese accents.
"Lucky! So lucky!"
Actually, they were just trying to say, We are f**king lucky!
Mo Fan and the others had already met the Japanese team when they were taking down the Red Ornaments Guild. The Japanese were simply a bunch of show-offs. Mo Fan still had a vague impression of their names and appearance.
The guy that yelled out in joy was Akira Matsuki, who had also been interested in the Dark Noble Mantle. He was currently looking at them with a hostile, scornful grin.
"So they are our first opponent?" Mo Fan asked aloud.
Almost half of the Japanese team had turned their heads toward the Chinese team. Akira Matsuki, Shou Watani, and the gentle girl in the sailor uniform were their 'old friends'.
"It seems like it," Nanyu revealed the team their captain had drawn with a wry smile.
The thirty-two teams that managed to make it to the finals differed in terms of strength, too. The Japanese team was considered above average among the teams. It was quite fateful for the two countries to stumble into one another at the start of the tournament!
"I seriously don't understand why they look so happy, like they are sure to win against us," Jiang Shaoxu scoffed at the Japanese team's reaction.
"It's mainly because they think we are weak because of our ranking in the last World College Tournament. Our team wasn't actually weak, but it was very unfortunate that they had to fight against the American team," Jiang Yu said.
"Let them have their fun for now, they won't even have the chance to cry when the day comes!" Guan Yu snapped coldly.
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On the other hand, the Japanese team had restrained themselves from feeling over-confident. They immediately focused as they discussed how they were going to handle their opponent.
Their Advisor Fujikata Tegami was not as optimistic as her students. She glanced at Mo Fan in his blue shirt over on the Chinese team and asked, "Was that guy the one that fought Casso, the leader of the Red Ornaments Guild?"
"Oh, he is! I almost forgot about him!" Shou Watani immediately recalled.
When the two teams cooperated to take down the Red Ornaments Guild, the strength that Mo Fan had displayed was absolutely shocking. He was surely going to be a tough opponent!
"What is there to be scared of? I bet he's the only person we have to look out for on their team. Do you really think he can carry the whole team alone?" Yosuke, who just joined the Japanese team recently, spoke up.


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

Simple barracks, fences wrapped with barbed wire, dark brown land, piles of sandbags used for defense. Soldiers were in the Japanese uniform during World War II, holding the sanpachi-shiki hohei-ju… The scenery around them showed where this was the Japanese barracks.
Wang Chen fell onto the ground, injured and in a dishevelled state. He was not in good condition. Wearing handcuffs and fetters, the steel nails engraved with runes penetrated through the lute bone, and his solar plexus was also pierced by two steel nails, destroying his sea of qi.
He fell to the ground in pain, bleeding from several wounds, as if he had just been tortured.
Several people who were also subject to the same treatment, but who were treated better than him, surrounded Wang Chen. They inquired with concern about his physical condition.
"This should be his experience when he was captured and became a slave in a camp to move the blood bank. Then… Sister Taisu should have died by this time." Li Xianyu breathed and felt a strong sadness inside.
In his mind, he thought of the beautiful and pure woman who was perfect. She had died, becoming one with nature.
"Why are you doing this? If they want Quanzhen's skills, you can give it to them."
"We are all prisoners, fish on the chopping board. Having a backbone will only make us die faster. If it's just for the skills, there's no need to be so stubborn."
The people tried their best to persuade Wang Chen. They watched as the young priest was taken into the slave camp and tortured by the Japanese army. He would rather die than give up the best skills of Quanzhen Sect. Outstanding, determined and upright.
"If I am afraid of death, I would not have descended the mountain." Wang Chen grinned, his mouth filled with blood. "How can the things handed down by my ancestors be taken away by the Japanese aggressors? I can't stop what others do, but I will never surrender to the Japanese aggressors."
If he were to surrender, how would he face the hundred or so comrades that had sacrificed their lives during the battle of Changsha, in the netherworld?
"Brother, you have backbone." A man with a thick Chinese face took out a hard and shriveled steamed bun. "Eat something. This is my secret leftovers from last night."
Wang Chen seemed to have been hungry for a long time. After taking the steamed bun, he gobbled it up. The tasteless steamed bread seemed to be a delicacy.
"Drink some water!" Another man scooped up some water in a broken bowl and handed it over to him.
"Thank you!" Wang Chen gulped down the muddy water, swallowed the steamed bun, and asked, "Benefactors, what are your names?"
"Chen Ye!" the stout man said.
"Liu Ming!" the thin man delivering the water said.
Liu Ming… Li Xianyu's heart twitched. Wasn't he the ancestor of Liu Kongcao, who had the ability of Monkey D.Luffy but no ambition?
Li Xianyu thought of his good friend who did not need women. He could survive just by masturbating.
Back then, Chen Ye and Liu Ming were the ones that had sealed Slime. They met in the slave camp. Later, after the death of the Demonic Priest, the two went incognito and escaped the punishment from the Taoists. This was considered their retirement.
"How long have you been here, benefactors?" Wang Chen asked.
"It's been six months," Liu Ming said.
"The Japanese invaders have captured a large amount of demon descendants. They imprisoned them without killing them, and I don't know why," Chen Ye said.
"Some of my sect mates were also captured by the Japanese army. Have you ever heard of Wang Zhen and Taisu, since you guys have been here so long?" Wang Chen hurriedly asked.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming looked at each other as they tried to remember. They shook their heads and replied, "No."
"Have you heard of Wang Bo, Chen Fu, Gao Ming, or Zhu Li?" Wang Chen reported the names of more than ten people in a row.
Chen Ye and Liu Ming still shook their heads.
Li Xianyu watched in silence. His heart was cold. Don't ask anymore. They are all dead, including our beloved girl, Sister Taisu.
Chen Ye said, "However, there is a disciple of Quanzhen Sect amongst the recent captives."
"Who?"
"Wang Qing."
Liu Ming said, "He's just a scum who is afraid of death and has become a lackey of the Japanese aggressors."
"What did you say?" Wang Chen's pupils widened.
Liu Ming sneered, "He arrived a few days earlier than you. About seven or eight days ago, he and another man named Cao Jun were captured by the Japanese army and brought back to the slave camp. After a single torture session, they gave in immediately and obediently pledged their allegiance to the Japanese army."
"No way, you're speaking nonsense!" Wang Chen's reaction was very big as he grabbed Liu Ming's collar in an agitated manner. His expression was ferocious.
"It's true, Priest Wang Chen." Chen Ye came forward to dissuade and sighed. "If you don't believe it, ask the rest."
The people by the side said, "They didn't lie. There was a priest named Wang Qing and a young man named Cao Jun who became lackeys of the Japanese invaders. But there were only a few people who gave in to the Japanese army in the slave camp. We don't wonder why. However, those two people were very incompetent. Their bones were soft and they gave in after merely half a day."
Wang Chen could not comprehend the situation.
At this time, several soldiers holding sanpachi-shiki hohei-jus opened the door of the fence and said, "Time to assemble, Chinese."
Soon, hundreds of demon descendant slaves from the slave camp were gathered, each wearing handcuffs and shackles and had steel nails running through the lute bones. They would be regularly injected with drugs to enforce blood suppression.
Wang Chen was the worst of all because he was the hardest to tame.
A Japanese officer entered the slave camp, muttering in Japanese, with a Chinese traitor as an interpreter.
"Everyday, they brainwash us and attempt to make us pledge loyalty to the emperor of Japan," Liu Ming whispered in Wang Chen's ear.
"Pui, dream on! My village was burned by the Japanese army, and my family was killed. I have lived to find a chance to kill a few of the Japanese," Chen Ye spat.
"As long as you belong to an orthodox sect, you can exchange the emperor's friendship with your skill manuals."
"Those who cannot read the situation will die."
"As long as you can reveal the hiding places of your fellow demon descendants, and ask them to join our family, you will be released from the slave camp. The Japanese army promises to give you the same benefits as their ordinary soldiers."
This sounded like a MLM… Li Xianyu didn't say these words because he saw the body of Wang Chen shaking. His face turned white as paper, and his lips almost turned pinkish-white.
It should have dawned on him. He knew why he was ambushed and probably guessed what happened to his companions. Demonic Priest had been dead for 80 years. However, looking at the memories of 80 years ago, Li Xianyu instantly regretted it. He wished he had never acquired the ring and entered Demonic Priest's memories, and never been acquainted with… Sister Taisu.
The most despairing thing in the world was the word "past". One knew it was not good and one knew its ending, butone just couldn't change it, not even with one's utmost efforts.
Wang Chen could no longer hear the interpreter as he stood rooted to the spot until the end of the mobilization conference, when the traitor translated the Japanese soldier's words: "Who here is willing to serve the emperor?"
No response.
The traitor's face turned dark. "As long as you promise to be loyal to the emperor, you can get out of here."
However, those who could endure to this day were not afraid of death. Some even scolded, "I will not be a traitor like you when I die."
The Chinese traitor jumped in anger. "What's wrong with defecting towards the emperor of Japan? It's better to follow Japan's steps and create a common prosperity circle in East Asia than to be a sick man in East Asia." He was very familiar with this set of words and could say it anytime.
"I..." Someone in the crowd spoke out suddenly.
Everyone turned around in shock and anger, but they were shocked. The outstanding, upright, and determined young priest planned to join the Japanese army?!
Amidst a cluster of burning eyes, Wang Chen's face was slightly pale. He clenched his fist and raised his chewing muscles. It seemed that he needed all his strength to say this sentence, "I'm willing."
"Well, isn't that sensible? You are as promising as I am. Come here."
Wang Chen slowly walked forward step by step, lowering his head slightly. He dared not look at the angry and disdainful people staring at him. He came to the Japanese officer and said in a deep voice, "I will not join the Japanese army, but I am willing to give you my sect's skills."
After a pause, Wang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "It's not free, I have conditions."
The Chinese interpreter frowned, a little dissatisfied with the reply of Wang Chen, but translated it to the Japanese officers truthfully.
The Japanese officer looked at Wang Chen and uttered a sentence in Japanese.
"He asks you, which sect do you belong to and what do you know?" the traitor translated.
"Quanzhen Sect!" Wang Chen's face was burning hot as he felt a great humiliation. He took a deep breath. "There are eight formations of Quanzhen Sect, and three world-leading techniques. I will give you one of them, and I will give you a unique one. Wang Qing is not as skilled as me. Whatever I know, he doesn't."
"I will trade that for my companions, if they have been captured by you."
After the translation, the Japanese officer's eyes brightened. The traitor took out a small book and wrote down all the names Wang Chen had said. The Japanese officer patted Wang Chen's shoulder, said a sentence in Japanese, and turned to leave. The translator took back the small book, patted Wang Chen's face, and said, "He says that he will find your people for you, but he wants all the skills."
Wang Chen had changed from an outstanding, determined, and upright man to Wang Jingze, who was a hypocrite.
From then on, the people of the slave camp no longer spoke to him. They despised him and looked down on him. Only Chen Ye and Liu Ming understood his eagerness to find his companions and even comforted him.
The next few days in the slave camp was not easy for Wang Chen. As the wounds were not disinfected and bandaged in time, they became infected under the summer conditions.
He was suffering from physical pain and mental anxiety every day. He often woke up from a dream, or sat up alone in the middle of the night, his expression ferocious.
Li Xianyu could feel that, in this period of time, Demonic Priest's state of mind had changed dramatically. He probably didn't expect that the one who betrayed them was Wang Qing, whom he had grown up with, and whom he had fought together with during the battle of Changsha.
The most ruthless stab wound was inflicted by someone trustable.
The enemy's sword could only destroy your body, while the sword from a close contact could annihilate the soul together with the body as well.
This day, after eating the leftovers which had gone bad, the Chinese interpreter in Japanese military uniform entered the slave camp arrogantly, looked around, and said, "Wang Chen. Where is Wang Chen?"
Wang Chen, who was curled up in the dilapidated tent, rushed out in a crawling manner, as his shackles clattered.
"Woah, I haven't seen you for a few days only. Have you become so haggard?" The traitor was startled.
At this time, Demonic Priest's eyes were turbid, face haggard and hair unkempt. His body wounds gave off a pungent scent, which attracted the buzzing flies, like a beggar on the street.
"We have found the person you were looking for. This person was captured on the same day as you," the interpreter said.
Demonic Priest's eyes suddenly brightened up.
Li Xianyu was slightly excited. He was happy for Demonic Priest. At this moment, it was the greatest happiness and misfortune to find his former companion amidst his country's chaos.


When Li Xianyu was 20 years old, he received his father's inheritance, an 18-year-old great-grandmother who was incredibly beautiful. 

Li Xianyu: "Great-Grandma, why are you so young?"

Great-Grandma: "That's because I died when I was 18 years old."

Li Xianyu: Σ( っ° д°;)っ

Tang smiled and asked: "Would you like to go to the game tonight?"
　　Alice was surprised to see Tang, she had rarely let her go out before, and yesterday agreed to go to the model school to re-learn, which has made her very surprised. Now Tang always asks her, I want to go to the scene to watch the game tonight.

　　"I am willing!" Alice desperately wanted to go out and suffocated at home for nearly two months. She had long wanted to go out. As if this home is a cage, she tried to get rid of it. Just because of the promise, she will not be able to leave here after five years.

　　"At half past six, Deu's wife, Maria, will come to pick you up." Tang did not know the prophet, as if he had known that Alice would go to see the game, he had already made arrangements in advance.

　　...

　　For the third round of the Champions League tonight, the media conducted a pre-match analysis.

　　Canal+TV believes that Saint-Germain is so fierce tonight, and Porto will definitely fight for it tonight, leaving a seed for hope for the group. Although Saint-Germain has won consecutive victories in four days, it is not easy for them to win from the course of the game.

　　Two days ago, Saint-Germain announced that their main midfielder, Kana, was injured and needed to recuperate for two weeks. Saint-Germain, who was already stretched, had to adjust his staff. From the second half of Auxerre three days ago, Dewu went to the lower back and the young player Sack hit the defender.

　　This adjustment was very effective in the day's game. But tonight is the Champions League, the teenager Sack can play normally, this is an unknown number.

　　Tang's performance in the first two games was amazing. According to the current Saint-Germain personnel, he may start the game tonight. The same problem, this is his first Champions League game. Under tremendous pressure, whether Tang can have a good performance is doubtful.

　　French Sports Network commented on the Internet, they analyzed the situation of Group H: Chelsea, the Blues who won the two games, is undoubtedly the biggest hot spot in this group. Another quota will be produced in Porto and the Central Army.

　　The defending champion Porto wants to qualify from the group and the game tonight is very important to them. If they take three points at the Prince Park Stadium, they will accumulate four points. Not surprisingly, Chelsea will surely defeat the Central Army at home to hold the initiative in the hands of the team.

　　If this is the case, Porto will share the same score with the Central Army on the same starting line.

　　Saint-Germain's chances of qualifying for the lack of generals are slim, and they are fighting for honor more tonight.

　　The team report is more direct, they believe that it is difficult for Saint-Germain to stop Porto's progress tonight. Porto will definitely step on the shoulders of Saint-Germain and stand at the same height as the Central Army.

　　One of the important reasons is that Saint-Germain is in the third game within seven days. Even if Saint-Germain is not short of the generals, they will have problems in physical fitness and concentration.

　　Even the French media are not optimistic about Saint-Germain, let alone the media of other countries. Without exception, they are all optimistic about Porto.

　　The British gambling company, which has the most keen sense of the game, opened the game with the game: Porto makes the hemisphere.

　　...

　　At seven o'clock in the evening, the Prince Park Stadium is crowded with people. Forty-nine thousand seats are packed. The team won two consecutive victories in four days, allowing them to see the hope of the re-emergence of Saint-Germain.

　　In seven days, this is the third game of Saint-Germain. The fans know that the players' physical fitness is almost at the limit. Tonight they will use their own voices to motivate their soldiers and let them defeat themselves and defeat their opponents.

　　Saint-Germain fans wore blue jerseys, and some fans actually wrote a big "29" in front of the jersey. This is the number of the jersey. Perhaps in their view, the 29th is their hope for tonight. Tang won two consecutive games, let the Paris fans know the Chinese player, he is a player trained by French football.

　　From the roots of football technology,

Tang is definitely a French player. In this case, then Tang is definitely a Frenchman.
　　A 17-year-old fan said to his companion: "Do you still score two goals tonight?"

　　The companion said in an unquestionable tone: "Sure, he will even have a hat trick!"

　　The two of them were at the Abe Deshang Stadium three days ago and witnessed Tang's breakthrough from the containment of the three defenders of Auxerre. They burst out with tears. Just like two years ago, Ronaldinho wore a blue and white jersey in the battle for Saint-Germain. At that moment, they remembered Ronaldinho and then forgot him.

　　...

　　Behind the Saint-Germain bench is the club box, where club officials and family members of the players sit. Said to be a box, in fact, the same as other seats, just closer to the stadium, closer to their players.

　　Cantona was wearing a brown jacket and Glaley sitting together, and the unruly face did not show any emotion. Not far behind them, Alice and Deu's wife, Maria, sat together.

　　Alice was sitting in the stadium for the first time to watch football matches, watching the crowd of black pressure, Alice's inexplicable excitement. From a young age, I dreamed of standing on the T-shaped platform. The T-shaped platform is the place to focus on people's sights. There are countless flashes on the stage against the models on the stage.

　　Alice looked at the long guns and short guns outside the stadium, and she was filled with emotions. This is a stage that is highly anticipated, and it is also more noticeable than the T-shaped platform. If Tang can score here, what a grand event!

　　Thinking of this, Alice's face was blushing and her eyes were scattered.

　　Maria turned to look at Alice's beautiful face. Half an hour ago, she first saw Alice and fell in love with her. She has never seen such a beautiful girl. As the wife of the star, she has seen the wife or girlfriend of the Saint-Germain player.

　　Football stars are an affluent class. They have high incomes and high exposure. They are the pursuit of beauty. Therefore, many girlfriends of football stars are the stars of the entertainment industry. Without exception, they are all beautiful.

　　Paris is the capital of fashion, beautiful like a cloud.

　　Maria was used to beauty, but she was shocked by the beauty of Alice. The dark brown hair of the cloud is full of feminine, blue pupils, full of mystery. The perfect five senses, this is the most beautiful girl God created.

　　Maria lamented that there are such beautiful girls in the world. She looked at Alice's scattered eyes and remembered that when she first walked into the stadium, it seemed to be the same.

　　Maria whispered in Alice's ear: "Alice, when I first came here, I was very excited. When I saw Dewu, I wanted to run to him and give him a gentle Kiss, then tell him, 'I love you! I believe in you!'."

　　Alice remembered the lipstick on her face at noon, and the frown of the painting was slightly upturned. She smiled and said: "I will not say in front of him, 'I love you!'"

　　I remembered sitting on the bed three days ago and watching the online video. When Tang scored the second goal, he shouted loudly: Don! I love you!

　　Alice has a flush on her cheeks. The two are not lovers now. It is a five-year contract that connects the two. Not a lover, you have to say "I love you!" in person, Alice can't do it.

　　...

　　At the moment, Beijing time is 1:12 am, and the CCTV cctv_5 broadcast hall is brightly lit. Huang Jianxiang explained before the game: "Saint-Germain lost two straight in the group stage, If they can't beat Porto at home tonight, they will be the first team in Group H to be eliminated. "

　　On the morning of yesterday morning, Huang Jianxiang also discussed with the director of the sports program of CCTV, whether it would let UEFA send another broadcast right to CCTV. Chelsea have big names, both players and coaches, and their names are familiar. He is very familiar with their situation.

　　There is nothing to watch in this game between Saint-Germain and Porto. The team has no big names and is ranked in the last two places in the group rankings. This game is not attractive to Chinese fans.

　　Huang Jianxiang's wish was not fulfilled and the director did not agree with him.

　　In a group match, whoever broadcasts the same game.

　　After the proposal was rejected, Huang Jianxiang was somewhat depressed. He prepared to routinely broadcast the game, and there were not many people watching it. Therefore, he basically did not collect data before the game.

　　At this time, he got the list of players on both sides. When the guest Zhang Lu made a pre-match analysis, he quickly scanned it. The 29th on the Saint-Germain list caught his attention.

　　Tang No. 29.

　　This name is very Chinese. In the past, he saw "Li" in European names.

　　Chinese people?

　　His eyes squinted to the right, and his face was shocked because he saw "CHN" and he suspected that he was wrong, so he looked at it carefully again. That's right! It is "CHN" and the age is seventeen!

　　He also saw the player named Tang, who is a forward and is the starting player!

　　Who is he?

　　Why haven't you heard of this player?

　　At the age of seventeen, he played the main role in Paris Saint-Germain and boarded the Champions League!

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